Mistriver21

A young child plays by herself, Uncaring and free. Across town, A man stumbles out of a bar, drunk and barely conscious, He is headed home to a family. The small child suddenly gets up, Lonely and tired. She makes her way towards home, Not a care in the world. Stepping up to the street, The cars all stop for her, She walks forward, Confident that she is safe. Halfway across, the lonely car saunters away, Leaving only an empty street. She doesn't look, Doesn't see the car racing her way. She doesn't see it coming until it is too late. The screech of tires as the car swerves grabs her attantion, The smile disappears from her